"So what if I am?"
The moment those words were spoken, the tense atmosphere reached its peak.
Killing intent erupted from all sides.
It was as though countless sharp needles filled the air. Even taking the slightest breath made their throats ache...
Hmm?
No!
Kisame's expression changed slightly as he realized what was happening and covered his mouth and nose.
What killing intent?
It was clearly Sasori's poison, faintly vaporizing in the sealed space and irritating their respiratory tracts!
Pain's gaze grew colder. He did not understand what madness had seized Sasori, but as the leader, he could not allow members of the organization to kill one another. Once that precedent was set—
Pain's thoughts abruptly stopped when they touched upon the sorrow deep within Sasori's eyes.
"He's... grieving?"
Pain contemplated silently for several seconds before asking, "Are you going to take revenge on Tobi?"
"That's right."
It had been many years since Pain had seen the look called "revenge" in the eyes of an Akatsuki member.
Ever since Akatsuki had become what it was now, the reasons for their battles seemed to have dwindled to nothing but profit, objectives, and ideals.
Looking at Sasori, Pain was inexplicably reminded of himself from many years ago.
Back then, he too had worn that look in his eyes as he defied the objections of numerous Akatsuki members and personally killed Hanzo the Salamander.
At that thought, Pain closed his eyes, let out a soft sigh, and withdrew the black rod in his hand.
"I don't know where Tobi is."
Sasori quietly watched Pain.
That answer made Pain's stance clear:
He was tacitly allowing Sasori to hunt Obito.
When it came to trustworthiness, one was Obito, who had always refused to show his true face, called himself Madara Uchiha, acted all mysterious in